The magical beauty of the sunset over the ancient city.

What is the homeland, Mommy?
My teacher taught me to love it.
What is the homeland, Mommy?
Whoever is far away, we shall always remember her.
Hello everyone.
How are you feeling today?
Did you discover the opening post of my today's post strange? It's a famous poem of Vietnam written by author Do Trung Quan about his homeland. The poem in "First lesson for children" by poet Do Trung Quan conveys his love for his homeland. Personally, my hometown is peaceful and beautiful and exquisite countryside. But my favorite is the countryside scene at sunset.

After an extended day, the sunlight softened, then gradually disappeared. The weather became more pleasant, no longer as hot as noon. Occasionally, the wind blowing from the fields makes people more comfortable. The chirping of cicadas has begun to tingle in the canopy of phoenixes. Each bunch of phoenixes bloomed red within the sky.

Above, an entire sky dyed red. The sun is sort of a giant ball, slowly sinking towards the horizon. Perhaps, after a day of hard work, he was tired. The clouds with many strange shapes are moving lazily. The beauty of the sunset over the homeland really makes people feel intoxicated. When the sun hastened to cycle to the western peaks, ending his life.

After a long journey, it was also the time when I finished studying and ran to the beginning of a trip moving the city to breathe in the fresh and cool air. Hue city is so beautiful now! The space is so airy, the air is so fresh and fabulous. The sky is high and blue, white, and pink clouds are floating like they are going on a trip. I walked leisurely on the road to the beginning of the village to admire the scenery of my hometown. within the deep sky, someone's flute kites soar high in the sky.

The golden rays of sunlight seem to be lingering, falling on the branches, and roofs and spilling over the whole village pond. Everything looks brighter. The gentle southerly breezes bring with them the comforting aroma of the new flower field, which makes people's hearts flutter. On the tree branch, the wind happily beat the rhythm for the leaves to sing merrily.

The sun was gradually disappearing, the sunlight was fading. The sun was not patient enough to witness all the scenes that were happening on the ground. He was completely gone, the last rays of sunlight still reflected on the multi-shaped clouds. Darkness spread across the sky. The scene fades, and also the white mist flickered in some places. The pedestrians are still going ahead on crowded and the electric lights are turned on, but still, have a quiet and sad look of Hue. I used to be not born in this ancient land but I am living and I love this place more and more each day, Hue is famous for its sadness, the color of Hue is also purple, but maybe Hue is suitable for people who like the quiet, gentle, leisurely, do not want to be crowded. And because of that, I was attracted to Hue.

"Every human being has only one homeland.
Like every one of us has a mother.
Homeland, if we don’t remember"
What is your hometown like? when is your home country the foremost beautiful? Are you proud and in love with your hometown? I would love for you to share interesting things about your hometown.

Thank you for taking the time to read my post. Wishing you a peaceful new day.